Christmas in Torquay: an exclusive short story (Christie and Agatha's Detective Agency)

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‘Agatha, dear,’ she said, ‘was that a car crash just now? Was anybody hurt?’ ‘Er, no, Mrs Trellis,’ said Agatha, astonished. ‘There was nothing like that.’ ‘But I heard the most dreadful squeal of brakes!’ She peered through the darkness at the girls’ mystified faces and sighed. ‘I suppose it must have been cats or something.’ Crikey, thought Christie. Usually she never hears anything but now she’s hearing things that nobody else did! Sir Conan Doyle better not find out about this, or 28


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